Chapter Ninety-Eight: It Is Acceptable to Be Weak, But Never Forever!

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Tang Rao had never heard of anything called An Jia; who knows what significance this An Jia really held. Xiao Jie had been in J City for five days, and the pitch-black katana he carried had endured countless ordeals before finally reaching its end. A flash of light passed before Ye Fei’s eyes, and he realized he was no longer on the deck of the original space battleship; instead, he had been placed in a new competition chamber.

Seeing Ji Tian already at the core furnace, Yuan Yuanzi grew anxious, constantly urging the myriad primal spirits and true immortals to refine the Nine-Transformation Elixir. They had to admit, this was the first time they had seen someone openly and boldly threaten Tang Rao with a single shot.

A hoarse voice sounded, and Ye Fei saw a young man standing before him, hair disheveled, dark circles under his eyes, his appearance utterly listless and worn. Wang Yuancheng was furious: “Fiend, you are unworthy of love, unworthy of respect—just die!” With that, Wang Yuancheng began forming hand seals, determined to unleash a crushing attack like Mount Tai itself to vent his rage.

The Wood, Fire, and Netherworld Dragons openly assaulted Glazed Island, while the Metal Dragon and Mountain Dragon naturally lurked in the shadows, ready to strike at any opportunity, wary of any hidden counterattacks. Seeing Kong Xuan’s Hongmeng Celestial Measuring Rod glowing with purple light, Patriarch Bodhi and the others snorted angrily but said nothing, disappearing immediately.

Now that Li Tian ignored her, Lin Mengmeng turned her gaze to Su Tianyu, hoping he could answer her doubts. Even if the illusion was false, she had truly and tangibly broken the witch’s neck; if that was not considered an enemy, then this world was far too forgiving.

Because of the immediate danger moments ago, he had no choice but to summon the Divine Wood Cauldron. Upon hearing the cauldron’s clang, he remained unharmed, and Huang Jian’s confidence soared. When Zhang Ye fled, a faint fiery glow radiated from his body.

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Ye Tian had never imagined a killer could be so meticulous as to avoid leaving any trace of DNA at the scene. As far as he knew, even the most professional assassins could not achieve such precision. To him, this bordered on paranoia.

Emerging from the great fire, he noticed countless people gathered in layers outside, all pointing and whispering from a distance, afraid to approach. Most people were curious about the unknown but harbored a deep-seated fear as well.

It was the first time he saw Li Tian curse angrily, which left Li Qiner stunned and speechless for a long moment. The wound was filled with shredded flesh and fabric fragments; fortunately, the bullet missed any arteries, preventing excessive bleeding. Still, Ye Tian had lost a considerable amount of blood.

The beggar old man ignored Li Feng, picked up a snow-white bead from the ground, and placed it into Xie Yuanyi’s hand. At that moment, Ye Qinglan’s mind flashed with words Gu Xinian had once spoken: Ye Qingning and Zheng Junyan were truly meant for each other.

After a few more days of medicinal cultivation, the old master would once again become a robust martial arts expert. Zhao Huan gritted his teeth and shouted fiercely as countless bolts of lightning wildly wrapped around his body, emitting an aura like azure flames. He believed the words of the old man in the yellow robe; if captured, not even his soul would escape, condemning him to eternal damnation.

Fortunately, I learned to ‘control’ demon power; otherwise, I would have met the same fate as Hei Yu Jin Shi. Even so, two streams of fresh blood still gushed from my nostrils.

The peak Qi Transformation stage and the early Spirit Transformation stage were an insurmountable gulf. Without crossing it, the difference was like heaven and earth. Due to Zhao Huan’s cultivation of “Pure Yang Technique,” his power might rival an average Spirit Transformation expert but was no match for the old man in the yellow robe who had once reached Spirit Transformation pinnacle.

Mow Xin still did not raise her head, yet her words were clearly heard by those hiding in the shadows.

“There are good people in this world; it’s just that good people no longer dare to trust others…” someone nodded in agreement.

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As soon as this person spoke, the once-quiet street erupted into chaos. Everyone began pointing fingers and accusing one another.

“No need to interfere; let them speak for themselves,” Fu Jinxi glanced at Qianli and Xiao Yumo, then led the group upstairs.

Their outlook on life was sunny, positive, and optimistic, but their hearts were selfish and self-serving. They could perform acts considered righteous and heroic by ordinary people yet also engage in foolish and vile behavior, cursing indiscriminately and stubbornly refusing to see reason.

“Um... Mo Fan, how are you here? He... he’s the son of Dad’s friend, Ming Feng! I... I was with him...” Unprepared to meet him here and noticing his gaze on the man beside her, Yan Qingsheng hurriedly explained, her words stumbling nervously.

At that moment, Jiang Wei nonchalantly turned around, shaking his head with a sigh: “Too weak...” This so-called Heart Refining stage expert from the Dark Three was indeed disappointingly feeble.

In his panic, he desperately searched for any clue, and since Yang Que had been imprisoned before, naturally, he would not let that opportunity slip.

“I see now.” Yang Que nodded with a complicated expression, thinking to himself: It’s a pity these countries haven’t embraced openness and reform; otherwise, these problems might have been resolved long ago.

Putting aside the unsuitable daydreams in his mind, he began contemplating his next steps while enjoying the delicious feast.

The sky darkened further, the wind grew fiercer. Wang Junjie lifted his head, wiping the raindrops slanting across his forehead, as the rain quietly began to fall.